by John Barlow.
every so often a breeze in the goldfinch hedgerow
summer morning the beck sings the shape of a trout
a movement inside the cuckoo spit roadside timothy
Three One-Line Haiku
Andrew Walsh | 16th June 2012
Andrew Walsh | 16th June 2012
by John Barlow.
every so often a breeze in the goldfinch hedgerow
summer morning the beck sings the shape of a trout
a movement inside the cuckoo spit roadside timothy